*We ruin the garden by thinking about the thorns.*


A garden blooms within our mind
Where emotions and thoughts intertwine
But we focus on the thorns of pain
The bloom withers and love is vain

Thorns of doubt, fear and shame
Choke the bloom, and bring the blame
We nurture darkness and let it grow
And forget the radiance that could show

But what if we tend the garden's heart?
And cultivate love, a brand new start
Let kindness bloom, and compassion grow
And watch the thorn begin to wither low

Fir every thorn, a flower can rise
And its beauty, our heart surprise
That garden's power, lie within our sight
To choose the bloom
To let love take flight